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'Pin Drop'

The haggard cold, chases
spiralin' flushes of ember
throughout the corridor of
thy soul

As I, gnaw in futility at hope
for a grander ledge to behold...

N' even though voices cascade
within these fragile capillaries,
ricochettin' it's resilience...

The hollowed irises, battle
tumultuous storms, for any
semblance of sound, to
quiet the deafenin' silence...
Written by Poetikmind (_---_)
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